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”عجقة عيد“

كثيراً ما ننسى، ونحن في صراعنا اليومي للبقاء، أهمية هذه الأيام المباركة وفضلها. وكثير منا لم يعد يشعر بأن العيد عيد، وكأنه تجرد من معانيه وفرحه وبهجته وروحانيته.. لكن مشوار اليوم في طرابلس ذكرني بأشياء كثيرةاحببت ان اسجلها مخافة ان تطوى من جديد في صفحات النسيان

في السوق حركة نشيطة وزبائن تفاوض وتساوم واطفال علت وجوههم ابتسامات الرضا وطغى حماسهم المعدي على تململ اهلهم وتعبهم ليذكرني أن العيد أولاً وأخيراً مناسبة للفرح تبدأ من الأطفال لتطال الكبار

وهناك، في محل بسيط لبيع الثياب، صادفني مشهد انساني بحت لسيدة فاضلة اخذت على عاتقها شراء ثياب العيد لبعض الأطفال اليتامى. وليس هذا أمر غريب أو نادر في مدينتي، لكن استوقفتني فرحة كل طفل بما اختاره، وتمسكه بكيسه كمن يتمسك بحبل النجاة، ليذكرني ان للإحسان لذة لا تضاهى تكتمل بها فرحة الأعياد

وفي زيارة روتينية للجدة تذكرت أسمى معاني العيد: مشاركته مع من نحب؛ فأغرب ما في الفرح كونه، على عكس الأشياء كلها، يزيد كلما زاد من يشارك فيه ولا ينقص

قد تزعجنا ”عجقة العيد“ احياناً، لكنها تذكرة لمن نسي أن الفرح قادم لا محالة.. مهما سبقه من حزن وتعب وغضب

كل عام وأنتم بخير 💗

My Issues: Pink

No, not the color.. The attitude! I hate the color because it became a symbol of people I loathe. OK, some people are born “Pink”, I’m not very much against those .. I mean they can’t help it right? What I loathe for real are the people who act “Pink”!

Let me give you a glimpse of the “Pink” attitude:

Pink attitude, means to believe you are better than people because you are more beautiful. This does not necessarily imply all Pink people are beautiful.. They just “think” they are!

Pink attitude, means you don’t need any other excuse: you can get away with anything , just because you are beautiful. Again, beautiful here is completely and entirely in their heads.

Pink attitude, means you can giggle at anytime.. it’s “nice”.

Pink attitude, means you are weak, defenseless, always in need for protection from the “evil” people out there. These people can range from your classic taxi driver to your boss.

Pink attitude, means you should get what you want or you’ll “scream”.

Pink attitude, means you talk pursing your lips with a low, playful voice. Even if you were talking to strangers, even if you were in the street or at school.. You can’t help it: It’s “natural”!

To all of you “Pink” people out there: Get over yourselves, this act is not “cute” anymore.. It’s annoying!

The tip of the Iceberg

This is what all people tend to see. No one makes that extra effort anymore, no one cares actually, to know what’s beneath the surface.

I was thinking today that when we were young, we used to “know” people who are smiling are happy. Now, I’m almost certain people smile to keep from crying!

It’s not a big deal to be unhappy- usually we have to be that to become really happy. What’s truly a problem for me is choosing the correct way to speak and the right thing to do in front of people because I can’t guess if the face they’re wearing is their own or a mask they built especially for the occasion- I only know what mine hides.

There’s a few people left who, as Meg Ryan puts it in the movie “French Kiss”, put the corresponding face to the corresponding feeling. I discovered I’m losing that luxury as well! The last thing you need when you’re overwhelmed with emotions, of sadness, depression or hot raging anger, is someone patronizing or pitying you. The thing is you’ll find people eager to “listen” to your “sad” story not to comfort you, but to feel better about their own! It’s as if your own misery can add to their happiness! Yes, people are cruel this way.

As time passes, we turn into actors mimicking a life we want people to think we actually have! We laugh when our hearts are weeping, fain Content when disappointment is taking over our souls. We do it because we’d rather have an imaginary happy life instead of a miserable real one. All we want others to see is that tip of the iceberg, lovely and seemingly peaceful when in reality what we hide is far greater than what we show. We hide them since they are not so perfect, they harm the “image” we have drawn ourselves in the minds of people.

As true as all of that can be, just like anything in life there are exceptions. Some people are not fooled by the lovely tip of the iceberg. They dig in deeper and we let them in because they actually cared enough to make the effort. The rules change at that moment and we become free to be ourselves and even though it happens only for a few moments every once in a while, it’s a relief. I’m grateful to have such moments and I know I’m lucky. I wish it can be the same for all of you readers.

This is my message, a humble but honest prayer that everyone on this planet gets to share the rest of their “iceberg” with someone worthy of that challenge.